Why can't the lead singer control himself

When Wan Jingjing and Song Yi came back with a guitar in their arms, Zheng Hao and the others had retreated backstage to rest, hiding away from those who wanted to reminisce.

"Is this adjusted?" Wan Jingjing asked.

"Hmm", Zheng Hao thought that Li Dafu was not pleasing to the eye, and he couldn't say anything good: "It's quite a pretentious person, let's adjust it."

Wan Jingjing felt strange, and he also saw the difficulty of tuning, and someone who can handle it well shows that he really has the ability.

There are really not many people who are capable but make Zheng Hao hate them.

"People help you, why do you still scold him?"

Zheng Hao became even more angry, and said to himself that you don't know who this is, so you should defend him, and if you see him as an old acquaintance later, you will not take me seriously again.

The inexplicable possessiveness made Zheng Hao even more insane. He strictly forbade others to reveal anything to Wan Jingjing, and he changed his ways throughout the night to keep people from leaving his sight. He felt like a pervert.

It wasn't until he got on stage that he became a little normal.

This kind of live performance is their favorite, free and casual, without any rules and regulations and rehearsal requirements.

The first few bands have already brought the stage to full swing.

As soon as Xia Ri Bing Fan came out, the new guitarist Gu Yao had red hair and was eye-catchingly beautiful. Before the music started, there was a burst of cheers and whistles.

Zheng Hao is wearing a light-colored jacket with black overalls and Martin boots.

When I got on stage, I panicked and threw down my coat. Inside was a sleeveless black T-shirt, revealing a thin layer of muscle on my arms.

Stepping on the speaker with long legs, Zheng Hao played the lead guitar first, Li Minghui beat the drums tacitly, Chen Xiyue's bass and Gu Yao's guitar followed.

As soon as the prelude came out, it was like a stone falling into ripples, stirring up a more enthusiastic wave of the audience below.

At times like this, Zheng Hao can forget about other things.

The opening sang was "Private Arena", which is the most characteristic of the band. The style of the song was cheerful and free, and the audience in the front row jumped up.

The second song is "Cockroaches in the Garbage Dump". Zheng Hao is most proud of writing lyrics. Today, his voice is in good condition, and the chorus is repeated [-] times.

The last song is the classic song "The Essence of Romance" sung by Zheng. It is the second time Wan Jingjing met Zheng Hao. On a night when coffee was deliberately spilled, and on a night when coffee was spilled on purpose, the song he sang——

I'm most sure not sure

It is the scenery of the hurricane that rolled up the tsunami

Chasing and hiding, most afraid of peace

swept through all the beautiful places

No trace, no stop

……

Because the essence of romance is uncertainty

Many people call this song "The Song of Scumbags", but with Zheng Hao's skin that has been surrounded by thousands of flowers, and the slightly drooping corners of his mouth every time he sings a slow song, there is something that makes people hate it lonely.

Wan Jingjing stood at the side of the stage with arms folded, looking at the slender figure under the light from afar.

The mixed feelings of love and hate when he first heard this song have faded away. He asked Zheng Hao that year: Is this song a true portrayal of you.

The answer is self-evident.

It's just that he is not reconciled, no matter how free he is, he will fall down, not to mention that he is not an ordinary plain—even without the aura of the past and wearing some masks, Wanjing still has a kind of pride.

Then Zheng Hao also spent three years to prove to him that he took it for granted.

So to this day, Wan Jingjing has no regrets, nor does he have any hope, and he doesn't want to pursue the past in any way.

The only selfishness is that Zheng Hao can always maintain this posture and fly higher, which means that he has not made a mistake.

At the end of the singing, Zheng Hao leaned towards where he was standing.

Wan Jingjing stared at it intently, as if the light and shadow from three years ago overlapped in front of his eyes.

Then he should have seen himself, and then pretended to look around, when the last sound fell, he picked up a cup of coffee placed in the corner of the stage, and threw it down with the end sound.

Then Wan Jingjing closed his eyes, waiting for his neck and chest to be scalded red by the thick coffee—maybe there are deeper places.

……

But this time when he opened his eyes, there was no coffee poured down, only Zheng Hao's gaze eagerly looked over, with bright or dark meanings flickering under the light.

Wan Jingjing felt that his motion sickness reaction might be delayed.

What does this eye contact mean?

With whom does Zheng Hao act in love?

Until a familiar voice sounded from behind: "Jing, how are you?"

Damn, Li Dafu.

Wan Jingjing wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but when he raised his head, he met Zheng Hao's exploring eyes.

He was in a dilemma, so he could only turn his head with a smile, and said generously, "Hey, why such a cliché dialogue?"

Li Dafu looked quite happy when he was irritated by Yin and Yang. The singing on the stage reached the last line, and the surrounding cheers and chorus became louder. He leaned into Wan Jingjing's ear and said, "Then I'll do something out of the ordinary. Here you are." Check out our new lead singer."

Wan Jingjing didn't understand what this man wanted to do. Just as the final drum beat fell, he turned over and jumped onto the stage, walking unhurriedly to the middle of the stage.

Most of the audience were senior fans, and many of them immediately recognized the visitor, thinking it was a mysterious guest, and shouted Li Dafu's name excitedly.

A few people on the stage didn't know why, but they were not afraid. Li Minghui played a few rhythms in response to the cheers from the audience, waiting to see what he was going to do with great interest.

Li Dafu approached Zheng Hao's microphone unceremoniously: "Thank you, thank you."

Zheng Hao was speechless: Thank you for what?Your place or my place?

Li Dafu simply took the microphone over: "I was originally here to be an audience member. It was the first time I heard the scene of Summer Ice Powder. It was really great. I couldn't help but wanted to join in the fun."

As he spoke, he patted Zheng Hao on the shoulder: "Battery, don't you mind?"

Of course Battery doesn't mind, Wan Jingjing thought, you haven't seen anything that makes people crazy.

The organizer ran over to Wan Jingjing and asked, "This is really impromptu. We didn't know about it before, but the audience responded very well. Don't you mind?"

Someone below handed a new microphone, Zheng Hao took it, ignored Li Dafu, and asked the audience: "Do you want to see us cooperate?"

The audience has been high for a long time. The impromptu collaboration between two popular bands with far different styles has never been seen once in many years.

I don't know who took the lead to shout: "Summer ice fans are awesome, battery brother is awesome!"

Someone at the other end immediately replied: "Contradictions are awesome, Li Dafu is awesome!"

Zheng Hao's eyes were more excited than before.

Wan Jingjing said to the organizers: "It's okay, our band often plays like this, as long as your venue doesn't exceed the time limit."

The organizer was very happy: "It's worth the timeout. The two styles are so different. It's a fight between gods and gods together. I quickly took a picture and posted it on Weibo."

Wan Jingjing smiled and said nothing.

Zheng Hao exchanged glances with Chen Xiyue and Li Minghui, and the two brothers nodded without saying anything.

Looking at Gu Yao again, Zheng Hao wanted to test her level and cooperation, but he didn't want to go against her own wishes.

But before he could ask, Gu Yao looked at him, and directly played a melody that showed his skills—it was Stable's song "Burning Burning". Zheng Hao also liked the guitar very much.

More tacit than expected.

Zheng Hao was relieved, and in his own way, he also asked Li Dafu with a hypocritical look: "We listen to Stable's songs a lot, why don't we just come to "Burning Burning"? Do you mind singing the old songs?"

"no problem."

Li Dafu borrowed a keyboard from another band: "The arrangement of this song is relatively complicated, so I need to cooperate with you and tell me."

How can you pretend to be a dimensionality reduction blow to our entire band by yourself?

Zheng Hao wanted to curl his lips, but because he didn't show it on stage, he just said casually: "Impromptu, you can just start the tune."

Li Dafu stopped being polite, and started the prelude after adjusting the keyboard.

Zheng Hao almost scolded when he heard it: Damn, he really loves to pretend.

The song itself has changed a lot, especially the guitar chords are quite technical, but fortunately, Gu Yao has practiced before, and the part she tried just now was to show Zheng Hao her proficiency—Gu Yao can hold the lead guitar.

And as long as the guitar is steady, with the on-the-spot response and tacit understanding of the other three, even if it is a song they are not familiar with, there is no need to worry about coordination.

Zheng Hao and Li Dafu are head-to-head in terms of lead singers. Although his skills are not as good as this kind of academic, he can show his ability to write lyrics-this song was originally in English, and Zheng Hao planned to compose it on the spot.

It was well thought out, but Li Dafu wanted to play differently, playing the original position of the guitar with the keyboard.

It means that the guitar should be pure improvisation, and at the same time, it should not be reduced to a supporting role, but also complement the original song.

After all, Gu Yao didn't have much experience, his eyelashes blinked, and he was a little flustered with the naked eye.

But Li Dafu didn't know that this kind of impromptu improvisation, the more unexpected the situation, the more Zheng Hao worked hard.

He glanced in the direction of Wan Jingjing, then bowed his head and plucked the guitar, grabbed the lead vocal, and the guitar melody joined in, naturally linking up with Li Dafu's prelude.

This is an extremely "Zheng Hao" cooperation-the guitar sound with an extremely strong sense of presence breaks into the already complete and harmonious arrangement, and unexpectedly merges into one under seemingly mutually exclusive circumstances.

Like a self-contained snow crystal ball, a north wind blows without warning.

The snowflakes that were falling slowly were suddenly blown into chaos, but after a moment of chaos, the snowflakes were found to be rolled up in an orderly vortex.

Let the delicate and precious crystal ball add vitality to the show.

Chen Xiyue and Li Minghui were also driven, and the bass and drums followed Zheng Hao, making the whole song even more exciting.

Gu Yao consciously took the singing position, and deliberately used a more free and high-pitched singing style, which complemented the new playing style.

However, the original singer was a little unexpected, and Li Dafu was a step behind before following the lyrics of the next paragraph.

Zheng Hao took the initiative, got excited about playing, and then changed a few variations, turning an experimental rock song into a punk.

Li Dafu finally understood the meaning of being outnumbered, and finally handed over the right to sing.

Zheng Hao regained the position of lead singer in the last verse, giving full play to his wonderful Chinese ability, singing "Let it burn, let it start a prairie fire" while jumping, and ended this vivid performance in the pogo of the audience.

He brushed his sweaty hair, embraced Chen Xiyue, bowed to the audience, and gave Gu Yao a thumbs up.

Even finished hugging with Li Dafu in a good mood, the other party was neither humble nor overbearing, and said, "We will play again next time we have a chance."

Zheng Hao patted him on the back and didn't answer, feeling sad in his heart: I'm afraid you don't want to play with me, do you?

Immediately after thinking about it, I looked down the stage, but I couldn't find the person I wanted to see.

"Where's Lao Wan?" Zheng Hao jumped down and asked.

"I'm awesome, brother, I think that kid is quite embarrassing." Song Yi lay on the side of the stage, only focusing on expressing admiration, and then remembered:

"Huh? Isn't Brother Wan here? He seems to have left just now."

Zheng Hao harbored a little anticipation in his heart, and felt that he had performed well, compared to his old acquaintance, so he wanted to wag his tail to see that person's reaction.

But I didn't expect that people didn't watch it at all.

On the contrary, the organizers were very happy to see it, and came over to praise it.

After a while, people from other bands came to join in the fun, and a group of people were clamoring around the background. They were very popular and greeted each other inside and out.

Wan Jingjing bought a pack of cigarettes at the door, leaned against the trash can and smoked 4 or 5 cigarettes, watched the audience leave one after another, thinking about going back after smoking the cigarette in his hand.

Unexpectedly, he was blocked again.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Li Dafu stood beside him, looking at a few cigarette butts on the trash can and asked.

Wan Jingjing took another breath, without turning his head: "Occasionally".

Li Dafu was choked up and frowned slightly, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously, and said again: "This Battery is quite interesting, why didn't you finish listening to it just now?"

There was no one else around, Wan Jingjing didn't bother to pretend anymore, and lowered his head to the trash can, ignoring him.

But this man looks very gentle, but he is actually a shameless one, and he continued his own words: "Or do you also think that he is playing like this to pull down a good work of yours?"

Wan Jingjing laughed a little: "I am ashamed of myself because he reformed so well."

Li Dafu didn't expect this answer, he was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "Do you like him?"

This kind of thinking is a bit confusing-what does this have to do with liking him?

This person got anxious first, and the volume was a little higher:

"On the level of Battery, a band that can sing and play a few chords can be made up, and you still defend him? You didn't even like my revisions before, and you still hate me because I moved your manuscript. ..."

Wan Jingjing was a little confused by this logic, and wanted to say that it was because you really did not write well.

Before he could speak, a person rushed over from behind:

"Fuck, I'm at your father's level."

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Today's first release, ten chapters will be updated in a row, and there will be updates in the future